Chapter Eight

Their impromptu date went quite well. They got to know themselves better and it was one of the most enjoyable dates that Julia had had. Although their differences, they had things to talk about ranging from Work to Vacation places to School and so on.

Julia found Nicholas quite interesting but his Italian endearments always made her flustered and her face constantly turning different shades of red was evidence.

The date abruptly ended with a call from work for Nicholas much to Julia's dismay. He seemed busy.

In a cold steel place, the smell of metal roaming around the air were two men who were tied in a chair blood dripping all over them. Nicholas strode in and took a chair directly facing them.

His eyes were cold and one could see the murderous intent on them. He was angry because his date had been interrupted by the bunch of fools and he was already making progress.

"Sir, they refused to talk," said Jamal, one of his men.

On a closer look, one could see that Theman's finger had been chopped up. They had also become more nervous and scared when Nicholas came in but they tried to mask their expression with fearlessness.

Nicholas walked up to them wearing a glove. He raised their head and gave them a small smile but instead of it making him look gentler, he looked like the devil himself.

Nicholas was not a part of the mafia, far from it. He wasn't doing anything illegal that could lead him to jail because he actually had the power to do it. He was infact helping the country deal with such scum.

"I am going to ask you this for the last time. Who are your other accomplices" Nicholas asked.

The men were spies from their rival country who came to steal some important documents. He was already informed from the border that some spies sneaked in. He also knew that some of his people were helping them by selling them some confidential information.

The spies were highly trained so they could stand the torture. They kept their mouth-clamped shot.

"We are going to play a little game," Nicholas said moving to the table where torture equipment was.

He picked up a blindfold and put it around his eyes and also carried a gun.

He raised his hands and shot in their direction.

The bullet merely missed one of the guy's arms and they were already shivering. The fear of death always does the work.

"Are you ready to talk now?" He asked again impatience lasing his voice. He hated wasting his time. They were still keeping quiet but he knew he would soon break them.

He put the blindfold over his head and this time he fired two shots at their shoulder respectively.

The groans of pain could be heard from the men. Nicholas removed the blindfold sand looked at them again.

He closed his eyes again and this time the gun was aimed at the head of one of them.

"I will talk. Please don't kill me" The man with the gun aimed at his head spoke up in fear.

Nicholas was already expecting that. He could have easily killed them both at his first trial. The blindfold wouldn't have stopped his targeting especially since he already saw where they were and they weren't moving. That made it easier.

The man immediately said the name of their two accomplices and even their activities fearing for his life. The man in front of him was a complete psycho.

"That's good" Nicholas said walking out. He knew that he wouldn't dare tell him false information.

"Kill those two and hand the two traitors to the headquarters. Also, tell them that they should be well aware of the meaning of resignation" Nicholas said to Jamal as he walked out.